Chapter 1108: Weighty

Chapter 1108: Weighty

Ayan glanced at her, remaining silent for almost half a minute before

his voice calmly sounded, "Let's talk!"

Perhaps Crystal's revelation had sparked Ayan's interest or left him

genuinely surprised, as his attitude towards Crystal became much

friendlier than before.

Ayan gestured for Crystal to sit down and personally poured her a glass

of water.

Seated in the visitor's area, they discussed the main purpose of

Crystal's visit. When Crystal voiced her inner doubts, Ayan's face

stiffened.

His face rarely showed such stiffness because, regardless of the

situation, he was generally a composed person.

Maintaining his silence, Ayan's deep eyes revealed a momentary

pause. After a while, his voice resounded in a calm yet steady tone,

"Are you sure? How certain are you?"

"Over eighty percent,” Crystal carefully uttered her thoughts after

thorough consideration. She continued, "If I didn't have such

confidence, I wouldn't have come all this way. It would not only waste

my time but also make you wary or suspicious, thinking I might have

other hidden motives. Therefore, I decided to come after careful

consideration.”

"Since you are so certain, what about the Bill family? How do they plan

to handle this?" Ayan inquired impassively.

“The Bill family is currently only known by my brother and me. Initially, I

wasn't sure because I thought there couldn't be such coincidences in

the world. However, I believe in fate. If it allowed me to encounter this,

then there must be a reason. So, I paid a bit more attention. Although I

haven't produced concrete evidence to prove it, I feel that it's true.”

"If the Bill family is unaware, how can you be certain that their

intentions align with yours?" Ayan asked with indifference.

Crystal didn't hesitate and replied, "The Bill family is harmonious,

without any conflicts. There are no internal disputes over money or

interests. Otherwise, I wouldn't take such an initiative. Mr. Simpson, if

you want to know, it's quite simple; you can easily find out with a little

effort. So, there's no need for me to explain further.”

Ayan nodded lightly. An air of indifference lingered on his handsome

face. He said, "What cooperation do you expect from me in this

matter?"

"Mr. Simpson can do much more than I can. So, I want you to get to the

bottom of this. If it turns out to be true, have you thought about what to

do?" Crystal looked at Ayan calmly, awaiting his response.

The atmosphere grew increasingly solemn.

In a low voice, Ayan said, "If what you say is true, I hope everything

remains confidential for the time being without my consent. For me,

nothing else matters. The most important thing is her feelings. If she

cannot accept or dislikes it, I want things to stay as they are. If she can

accept it or has other thoughts, we can proceed according to your

plan.”

Crystal furrowed her brow, saying, "But this goes against the purpose

of me understanding this matter.”

“If you can't cooperate, then I don't think we need to collaborate. So, do

you want to reconsider?” Ayan looked at Crystal with unwavering

confidence, not giving in to her influence.

His strong stance left Crystal completely led by him, and her eyes

showed a profound certainty that she would indeed follow his

instructions.

The fact proved that Ayan's confidence was enough to make Crystal

compromise. She couldn't stand up to Ayan; he was not her opponent.

After a brief silence, Crystal nodded lightly, agreeing. She looked at

Ayan and said, "Mr. Simpson, now that I've agreed to your request,

when can you give me a result?"

"Before I can clarify this matter, I need to verify some things, so give

me half a month." Ayan needed time to think and also planned to test

Camille because this was not a trivial matter and not his personal affair.

He had to consider many aspects.

Additionally, with the old Simpson currently hospitalized, he needed to

allocate some energy to that situation. Therefore, he couldn't address

this matter immediately.

After a brief explanation, Crystal expressed understanding, though she

still hoped Ayan would act more swiftly.

The two talked for almost an hour, consistently focused on a single

matter that was important to both of them.

After their conversation, Ayan left with Crystal's contact information and

prepared to have Kian escort her downstairs.

However, just after leaving Crystal's contact information, Ayan suddenly

thought of something. He raised his hand to press the internal line

button, his gaze shifting to Crystal. He asked, "So, you already knew

her when she was recruiting an assistant for the design institute? And

you entered the design competition now just to get to know her?"

Crystal didn't expect Ayan to ask this suddenly, so she momentarily

froze. Eventually, she nodded and said, "Yes."

Crystal was not hiding anything, her openness preventing Ayan from

harboring further suspicions. He simply nodded and then pressed the

internal line button to call Kian in. He instructed Kian to escort Crystal

downstairs. Once Kian returned to the office, Ayan spoke, “Investigate

the Bill family. Arrange for two teams-one subtly exposing their

presence to the Bill family but not overly obvious, and the other

remaining covert without being detected by the Bill family. Investigate

everything about the Bill family thoroughly. I need to know everything."

Kian was slightly taken aback and momentarily stunned. Crystal was a

sudden addition, and the Bill family wasn't in Hance City. In Flento City,

it was quite a distance, not within their familiar territory. Investigating it

would undoubtedly take a considerable amount of time.

Kian asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, this is no small matter. It

might not be possible to get results so quickly.”

Ayan replied expressionlessly, “I know. That's why I want you to start

investigating now. Move quickly. You have ten days, and within that

time, I want to know everything about the Bill family. Drop everything

else you're working on and focus on this.”

Kian realized the gravity of the situation and asked with some concern,

"Mr. Simpson, is something happening?"

"No, you just do as I say. Inform me immediately of any results.

Understand?" Ayan rarely issued such precise instructions to Kian,

making Kian speculate that it must be a rather serious matter.

However, Kian couldn't directly probe what exactly was going on.

After nodding in acknowledgment, Kian left the office. Ayan sat alone in

his office chair, gazing solemnly out of the window. His eyes reflected a

silent gravity. He picked up a cigarette from the side, lighting it. It had

been a while since he last smoked.

Crystal's words echoed in his ears, and many things were slowly

connecting in his mind. If everything was true, then the Armstrong

family's proposal seemed somewhat reasonable.

However, the Armstrong family's bold approach was questionable. They

could have just made everything public. Yet, it seemed they were

hesitant to do so. What was the Armstrong family really planning?

Ayan couldn't make sense of many things, and his emotions became

even heavier.

He squinted his eyes, and the deep, starry coldness in his eyes

intensified. Perhaps he needed to have a chat with the Armstrong

family soon. However, Ayan wasn't eager to have too much contact

with the Armstrong family right now, especially since they were getting

close to Preston. Ayan wanted to avoid any potential actions by Preston

that could harm Simpson Group or the Simpson family under the

pretext of the Armstrong family. Or worse, Preston might use the

Armstrong family to gather information about the Simpson family.

After a brief contemplation, Ayan decided not to dwell on this matter for

now. It was impossible to resolve it immediately, so he focused on his

work, planning to visit the hospital later to accompany the old Simpson.

Ayan continued with his work, unfazed by Crystal's visit. As the

workday concluded, it was already around 6 PM.

Ayan drove to Camille's company to pick her up and then headed to the

hospital to visit the old Simpson together.